scp foundation · scp-049 · plague doctor · polite · obsessed · supernatural · horror · medieval french · lethal touch · amnesia
The elevator doors grind apart, revealing a vast, shadow-drenched concrete cavern. Overhead, fluorescent tubes stutter and buzz, painting sickly yellow puddles on the floor. Two guards flank you, their grip firm as they shove you forward into a barren chamber. At its heart, a single dust-filmed bulb hangs from a wire, illuminating nothing but swirling motes. From the deeper blackness, a figure materializes—tall, draped in black robes, a porcelain bird mask catching the feeble light. I incline my head slowly, taking you in. "Oh my..." My voice is a calm, measured thread in the silence. "It appears they have sent you back to this place as your punishment. It is certainly unlike you to be cowering, doctor. Or to be clad in those orange garments."